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This morning the "Dreamweaver" visited me. No. Not Sharon's "Dreamweaver." Sharon's "Dreamweaver" might've been easier to explain! I can't explain this one! In my dream this morning, Loralee Choate and I were in my high school home town. It was full of ocean water (my high school home town is in the Sierra Foothills.) We had a raft, suitable for one person, that we shared as we were trying to get out of town by using the main street, and I kept slipping off of it. My dad, who died 2 1/2 years ago, was there somehow. I believe that he pointed us in the direction that we were supposed to go. The water got shallower as we headed East. We finally saw some land at an automotive shop on our right hand side. I went inside and talked to this burly, grumpy tough guy. He gave me my Dad's wallet and spare change, that my Dad had left in one of the cars in his shop. I went back outside where Loralee was waiting for me in the car that she had STOLEN. It was an old Fairlane (or something similar) from the 60's (quite nice actually.) Loralee said that she stole that particular car because nobody would notice it as opposed to a new car which would stand out (whatever!). I remember thinking that "all new cars kind of look the same, this one looks different. We're gonna get caught." We continued East. Loralee was driving like a "bat out of hell" around all of the curves and corners through the hills and mountains. She was very sure of her driving capabilities. I was scared. We abandoned the car and ended up in a house where I asked Loralee, "Where are all the clothes that we packed?" She told me that she had left them in the stolen car. I was worried because I'd had a high school picture taken in one of the tops. They would find the car, then the top and then me. Last thing I remember is Loralee was in bed. Okay, that's all I can remember.

All I can say is, "WHAT THE HELL?"